Yes. Yes. [Part of her's disinclined to think he really understands--he's not a mutant, doesn't seem to be hurting here--but the rest wonders if maybe he just hasn't said something hurts. If you could hide it, why wouldn't you? (That the metaphorical kind of pain might still be pain enough hasn't really entered into the roster of possibilities for her, but she could certainly be convinced.)
(You know, if they were likely to talk about it.)
What she likes about him is the sounds of his voice. What she likes more is the words he uses, the cautious sentiment in them. There's something about him that does seem more professor than police, something familiar.
After a few moments, considering his question in silence, she answers.]
no subject
(You know, if they were likely to talk about it.)
What she likes about him is the sounds of his voice. What she likes more is the words he uses, the cautious sentiment in them. There's something about him that does seem more professor than police, something familiar.
After a few moments, considering his question in silence, she answers.]
Keep me from dying. Thank you. Yes.